"So are you just going to sleep with him every two years? This kid tears you apart Randy!" I heard distressed yelling.
"It's nothing. He's a free fuck and he screams like a bitch. I will fuck him whenever I want."
"That's not fair to anyone Randy! You were a wreak after we left two years ago-"
"Could that have nothing to do with the fact that I was worried about you! I destroyed you in the ring!"
"I'm just saying-"
"Don't. We are leaving for Europe next month. That will be the end of this little fling. Leave, Ted."
"Why? Is something wrong with him? Is he mean to you? Did he hurt you're feelings?" Ted words became spiteful and sarcastic.
"I don't hang out with twinks. He thinks there's something more than there is. Leave." I got out of the bed and sat by the wall separating the two rooms, in tears.
I woke up with a start, sweating profusely. I fell backwards, sighing, only to hit my head on the armrest. I look around to find my self on the couch alone. I rolled over to see Carter making coffee over by the table.
"Hey sleepy!" Hie eyes were red and had dark circles under them, "Coffee?"
I nodded, rolling onto my feet.
"Ah!" I yelled out as my pain shot up my back. Carter looked over at me concerned. Of course my back hurt, I slept on a hotel couch with a 125 pound man on top of me.
"You OK?"
"Yeah it's just my back is a little sore." I bent over and rested my head on my knees. I felt him run his hand over the back of my head.
"Wanna back rub?" He cooed into my ear. I grunted in response and he took my hand and led me to the bedroom. I slowly laid onto my stomach and exhaled at the pain in my lower back from the new position. Carter straddled me and began rolling to heels of his hand into my spine. Groans of pleasure were muffled by the sheets. His hand moved outward to the side of my ribs.
"Lower" I groaned. He used his thumbs to relive the tension in my lower back. He hummed while he worked his magic. This went on for minutes until the coffee maker sounded, he jumped off of me and run to it on his tip-toes. I slowly got up, the pain soothed, and poured the coffee into a glass. I held the glass as I sat in one of the arm-chairs, staring at my hands, they had been shaking since they touched those envelopes.
"What do you wanna do today?" Carter peeped up, pouring himself a cup.
I sipped at the scolding liquid, "I don't know, maybe see some sights."
He froze, "Anything else?"
I shifted. "Umm... maybe?"
Carter sighed,
"What are we doing here?" he said, not looking up from the coffee machine.
"We're taking a vacation." I said sternly, neither of us stating the obvious.
"What are we REALLY doing here?"
Silence
"Are you here for him?" His hands gripping the table top.
"I don't know."
"How can you not know?" He flipped the table over, enraged! I had never seen Carter so angry, it frightened me.
His eyes boring holes in my heart. I stood up and grabbed his shoulders. He shrugged me off like a bug and cupped my face.
"Dwayne! I'm getting married in 6 months! You're still living in the past. I took you here so one of two would happen. You would see him, and get over yourself or you two would fall madly in love and go
off to Italy and live happily ever after. You need to do this quick, you're falling apart man!"
I looked at the ground, unable to face my friend. He was absolutely right. My life was falling apart because I couldn't get over this man. He was my life. I can't deny it when the proof is staring me right in the face, I had to make a choice.
"Ok," I wiggled out of his grasp, "We're going to go get ready for the show tomorrow by picking out new clothes, getting our hair done and painting our nails!" I put on my best gay voice and Carter smiled brightly.
"That's more like it!"
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I laid back in the barber's chair and I let the dye rinse out of my hair. Since my hair is naturally black, I had to be bleached, which takes forever! But Carter and I sat and gabbed and giggled about all the Irish accents we heard, getting a few nasty looks. Also, I didn't know this, there really are many gay guys in Ireland. I didn't see any at all! And my gay-dar is spot on, always. We were talking about how the Irish community needed a couple of twinks (X3)
"Do you think they have any gay bars?"
"Probably not!" Carter giggled and kicked me lightly.
"Well you never know! They could have those really cool underground kind!"
"Google it!"
I listened intently to the hairdresser who was coloring my hair. She said she was almost done, I just needed to sit under the hair dryer for a little while.
Carter got a couple highlights put in his golden brown hair, we agreed that Jacob would love it.
"What should we do next?" He sat next to me, checking himself out in the mirror.
"Let's go get tattoos!" We laughed.
"What if we did?" He was still laughing.
"Um, my mother would kill me! Not to mention, I'm not letting anyone come near me with a needle!"
"Not even Randy?" He raised an eyebrow. I blushed.
I giggled nervously and slapped him playfully. Thinking of Randy had become easier for me. I had begun to only think good thoughts. And I still carried the note he gave me.
Forever and Never